Challenge: Shell Cottage
Word Count: 100
The sky was a cloudless blue, the waves softly lapping on the rocky shore. Severus breathed deep of the briny air as he collected sea lavender, occasionally plucking a particularly fine spray. The flowers were a deep blue so close to Tinworth, the magic of the place all but visible in each blossom.
“Oi! Who's – oh, it's you!” Bill Weasley, in Muggle shorts and a disreputable t-shirt with the French tricolor on the chest, stood on an outcrop. “Fleur? It's Professor Snape. You should have let us know you were coming.”
“It's a private matter,” said Severus.